<If you expect to rise from the ashes, you have to embrace the burn- Kat Savage>
|Kian|
Monday, July 19, 2021
THE GENTLE rays of the morning sun streamed into the room, hitting the gorgeous woman who slept without a care in the world.
I had been staring at her for minutes now, taking my time to feast my ravenous eyes from the twists that crowned her head, down to her black-polished toes peeking out behind the duvet.
Tilted to my direction, Jadesola's face was cast in an innocent expression. Like that of a little child. Her long lashes fanned her cheeks while she slumbered in reckless abandon, legs and arms spread askance. A little sigh escaped her pouty lips and she burrowed deep into the red sheets as if to hide her body from my gaze.
I took that as a cue to quit the creepy stalker act and shifted away, sidestepping the shopping bags that perched beside the bed.
On the first steps towards the little coffee machine mounted on the table, my phone rang. I glanced in Jade's direction to see if she was awake. She wasn't but her upper body stirred a bit.
Stifling a curse, I picked it up. "Kian Fields. Who's this?"
"Antonio Marco. Mr. Zaverio De Santis's assistant," an accented voice spoke into the phone. "You were meant to have a meeting with my boss this afternoon but that has been canceled."
The fuck?! In a hushed tone, I snarled, "And why is that?"
"He has a situation, sir so he won't be attending."
Situation my ass.
"I see. When will the meeting take place then?" I furrowed my brows, already welcoming the sparks of fury that raged through my veins.
"Friday, sir."
Then Anton or Mars, whatever his name was, informed me of another useless information I didn't care to retain in my brain and we clicked off.
As I poured scalding hot water into a mug, my thoughts centered on Zaverio. He was doing it on purpose, I was certain. Riling me up. Trying to mess with me. The mulatto bastard. Cocky dumbasses like him were a threat to my business and at the moment, he had me ensnared in his dirty clutches, free to do as he wished because he held the upper hand. Fucking arsehole.
Pissed, I veered to the wide window, nursing a cup of steaming coffee. Paris, in its entirety, laid before me, a beautiful view. The sky was a mesh of blue and white, the cars below zooming by. It was sort of calming, observing the lovely scenery from such a towering height. Like dragging a surge of fresh air into my lungs after being stifled in a stuffy room.
The strong aroma of the drink wafted to my nostrils as I took a sip to recharge my stressed cells. As I drank slowly, I wondered if the pungent scent of it would wake my wife up.
My wife.
That had me pausing. I lifted my right hand to study the wedding band on my finger. Unlike Jadesola's which was fierce and glittering, mine was simple. Just a plain gold ring encircling my finger. But it felt familiar, regardless. Attached and not at all strange. A metal testimony that claimed I was married to someone I thought I hated.
Raising the mug to my lips, I mused on how I'd found myself in the husband position yet again.
Apart from making it up to Jadesola, the greater part of my agreement to the marriage was due to my dad. I sought to ruin his plans of getting me and my ex together so what other way than getting married? Yes, I was a selfish bastard but it was the only way I could see fit.
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On His Terms
Romance"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don...
